Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Seychelles and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by cv313. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Royal Trux,
Q65,
Jeff Lynne,
Au Pairs,
The Fugs,
Boz Scaggs,
Pagans,
Theoretical Girls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Khruangbin,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bobby Womack,
the Normal,
Intrusion,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Buckinghams,
Arcadia,
Lakeside,
Susan Cadogan,
Shuggie Otis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Index,
Ludus,
Soulsonic Force,
Stiv Bators,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bang On A Can,
Peter & Gordon,
The Wake,
The Mummies,
Sight & Sound,
Lalann,
Index,
Grey Daturas,
The Gun Club,
Yellowson,
Joensuu 1685,
Tomorrow,
Hasil Adkins,
Arab on Radar,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Seeds,
Sister Nancy,
Agitation Free,
Tubeway Army,
John Cale,
Throbbing Gristle,
New York Dolls,
Subhumans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lightning Bolt,
Radiohead,
Make Up,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Shadows of Knight,
Silicon Teens,
Sexual Harrassment,
Anthony Braxton,
Stetsasonic,
Rapeman,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.